Sometimes, The Wheel is on Fire

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Yes, the next four years are going to be scary. When a man who believes in gay conversion therapy is considered the sane one in the bunch, we've got problems. But as worried as I am about the coming Trumpocalypse, more than anything else I am thankful.

For what am I thankful? I'm glad I'm pretending you asked.

Everyone who voted for those turkeys, because without them we wouldn't yet know just how broken our country is, and now we can work to fix it.

My son, because to him I'm the funniest person in the world.

Improv, because sometimes a guy just needs to pretend he's plankton for a while, or to sing of the many benefits of a lost toe.1

Friends and family, because alliteration? Awesome.

Those times when you think you're out of cheese but it turns out you still have some cheese left, because mmm cheese.

Cats and kittens, because they make absolutely fantastic hand warmers during the cold winter months.

Cold winter months, because of what I already said about cats and kittens. Do I have to draw you a diagram?

Epiphany moments, because, I mean, c'mon.

And of course, my lovely wife Denise, because even after all this time, her taste in husbands has not improved one bit.